Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
Oblivians,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.